Very soon the two girls were in the back of a vehicle which was covered in metal spikes. The pits were not far from the towering skyscrapers. Yet every precaution had to be made so that the gladiators accidentally did not get spotted by fans and torn apart in frenzy. At first, Cassandra was gleeful at the prospect. Her expression quickly changed seeing the stinky hog skin suit they had to wear.The ocean of lava could be seen through the small window, making the surroundings reddish and bright."Have you ever had a beauty treatment before?" Lavinia asked."A few. I doubt they were any less painful than those I'm about to experience," her companion joked.Lavinia chuckled. "They do not differ from those I suffered. Although leaches are a fresh new addition."As the vehicle rumbled down the rock road, Cassandra looked out, sighing. She thought about the magma and how it reminded her of the sea."Hmm, I can't stop wondering who sent us the water. And why?" Lavinia thought aloud. "Oh! I kn

Cassandra took long deep breaths. Her blood-soaked hand was firmly holding the metal ring in the middle. Her wide blade, perked on top of her weapon was now extended, piercing through Bertha's chest.Stuck and disoriented, the sturdy woman felt up her bleeding torso. The significant loss of blood, paired with the neck wound, made her dizzy. "But... but how? Doesn't the spike go through the mace top?" she uttered as blood gushed through her mouth."Actually, it goes both way," Cassandra said blunt."Oh," Bertha uttered before her knees became too weak to hold up her body. Victorious, Cassandra looked at the crowd. Observing their shocked faces, she flung her hands in the air. Through the applause, a few unhappy viewers started throwing things at her, even trying to enter the arena to fight her."Oh, so that is how it's going to be!" she yelled with adrenaline rushing through her veins. Turning to Biff, she yelled, "Bring me the chariot!"He turned to her and laughed disrespectfully. He

The small plentiful tables were filled with an abnormal amount of alcohol and meat she was too afraid to question the origin of. There was also an entire table dedicated to earthly illegal substances in all forms and sizes.Most of the high ranking demons disturbed with their appearance. Their skin was a purplish shade of black with an eerie feel to it, as if touching a freshly shaven cactus. Most of them had goats legs, anemic figures and horns. However, from what the bride noticed, they could shape-shift if they wanted to. Their faces were sharp and long intentionally kept in a grin to maximize their repulsiveness to the human eye. Some even had small wings. Still, regardless of their physical attributes, they put a lot of care in their clothing. They covered themselves with flamboyant earthly fabric, mostly done as a status symbol, rather than fashion.Drugs were especially coveted in Helltown and not for the obvious reasons. Those who could afford the nifty price could overdose, al

A door opened as a man in a light blue suit and bow tie laughed. His curly hair was slicked back with thick glass frames matching it in color. Next to him is a beautiful woman dressed in a white dress with puffed up sleeves and even puffier skirts. The veil barely covered her 80s highlighted perm. Not being able to pick her up completely, the groom nearly lifted her and placed her down into the hallway. Still in a good mood, the bride hoped over to the couch. "That was so much fun!" she told her husband with a wide smile."I know. The conga line was a mile long," he said."Oh and I expected my mother to cry but my father to join in… It makes me tear up right now," she added carefully wiping the area below her eye."So, are you ready to go to Washington DC with me?" Samuel asked slightly insecure.Tiffany pouted as if deep in thought. "Hmm I suppose it will be easier to find a job for me there…"Her husband frowned dabbing his fingers

"Mommy, mommy," a boy no older than 6 cried. He had short black hair and a cute outfit with a bow tie and short pants. His friends ran around the sun-lit garden, as their parents chatted enjoying the food. A woman with stylized highlighted hair came running and knelt beside him. "What's wrong dear?" she asked sweetly. The boy, named Johnny, wept pointing to the ground. "My balloon popped," he said rubbing his eyes. His mother looked around. "There are lots of other balloons. Pick whichever." The boy kept crying. "But I liked that one." His mother puffed, leaning in. "Look I did not want to tell you this but… The clown will be here soon." "Really?" the boy said, with his eyes sparkling. "Yes, the young woman nodded. "And I asked him to pack extra long balloons just for you. That way he can make you anything you want," she said smiling. "Anything? Even a giraffe? Or a rhino? Or a rhino-giraffe with tiger teeth?" he gasped moving his hands excited. The woman chuckled happy. "Anyt